Waterfalls and Strawberries

July 20, 2009

I completely forgot to mention last time, that I experienced an earthquake.  Well when I say experienced I mean I slept through it.  But that was two weeks ago, now for this past week.  This week of school has been pretty uneventful nothing super special this week. It was just school, getting to know people and getting my plane ticket from El Vigia to Caracas.  

Over the weekend I went to a town about a two hour bus ride from Merida.  The town was known for two things strawberries and waterfalls.  We got to Bailadores around noon and our first priority after finding a hotel to stay was getting food.  We found this little restaurant where four of us shared this thing called a Parilla.  It included a couple pieces of fried chicken, couple pieces of pork, steak, plantains, yucca and rice.  All this was for around two dollars, not bad at all.

After lunch we started our walk to the waterfalls.  We found a sign that said 2500 mts, which did not seem so bad until we saw the hill we had to climb.  So we made it about forth of the way up the hill when we realized that this was going to be hard than we thought.  Luckily a man with a truck came driving by and offered us a ride up the hill.  After we were dropped off we saw the waterfall in the distance.  After about another twenty minute walk we FINALLY made it to the waterfall.  It was a cool park with mini waterfalls and one very big waterfall.  Since Bailadores is also know for strawberries we had to get some strawberries with cream probably the most popular way to eat strawberries here.  They were delicious.  We got back to our hotel found some more people and went and hung out at the Plaza Bolivar. After that we grabbed some dinner and made our way back to the hotel for the night.  I am really glad I went because it was a chance to meet and talk with people from school that I really never had a chance to talk to.

I got back today to my house just in time to celebrate Children’s Day.  Yes, here in Venezuela they have a day to celebrate children.  When I was growing up my parents told me everyday is Children’s Day.  I told my host family that here, they just laughed.  So we got to experience Children’s Day with the family having a huge lunch and cake.

Probably not the most exciting week ever BUT COLOMBIA is the weekend!